hang the witch

I was in this town hall type place and there were rows of people sitting and watching a trial of some sort. The woman at the front of the room said, "The jury finds the defendant guilty. The penalty is death. Hanging is scheduled for tomorrow at nine a.m."

I found out later that the woman judge who announced that the man would be hung was also the man's girlfriend. Along with everyone else in the town I watched the guards put a noose around the man's neck and the judge stood there crying, looking at the man and saying, "I'm sorry."

Later in the dream, I found myself in jail. Then I found myself at a trial, just like the one I had watched. It was decided that I was to be hanged. I didn't know what I was guilty of. I kept crying and asking everyone what I did wrong.

The next day I stood in front of all the townspeople, trying to brace myself for death. The guard asked me if I had any last words and I said "I don't wanna die!" I was crying my eyes out. I was incredibly scared. I kept asking them what I did wrong and telling them I didn't want to die. The judge looked at me and said, "I know. No one does. I'm sorry."

So the guards put the noose around my neck and kicked the chair I was standing on from under me. Everyone left the room and I was just hanging there, waiting to die. Then I realized I could still breathe and it would be easy to get out of the noose. So I made sure no one was watching from the next room and struggled out of the rope. Then I snuck quietly out of the front doors of the town hall. I had escaped death. I ran far away from the place and somehow found my car and got in it.

I was constantly paranoid that the cops would find me and hang me again, with better results than last time. So I put duct tape over my license plate so no one could see the numbers. And I dyed my hair blonde and wore huge sunglasses everywhere I went. The last part of the dream I remember is seeing my mom in some coffee shop. She hugged me and said, "I thought you were dead." We were both crying. Then we noticed there was a cop a few tables away from us and he looked right at me. Then I woke up.

It's kind of like the short story by Stephen Crane called Occurence at Owl Creek Bridge. And the Twilight Zone episode of the same name. But different ending of course.

¡quiero un gatito!

What's up with all the violent dreams I've been having lately? Last night I had a dream that I got into a fight with my roomate Sarah! I found an adorable gray kitty in the street and decided to bring it home. I was so happy, it was exactly the kind of cat I'd been looking for. I walk into my house to find Sarah sitting on the couch crying. I was like, "What's wrong?" and she snapped.

"I'll tell you what's wrong, you godamned smoker! I'm sick of you guys smoking in the house!! Do you know how bad it bothers my allergies?! It gives me the worst headaches!"

"I'm sorry. I only smoke in my room. You should ask Carrie and Kinu to stop smoking in the living room, because it's not me."

"Whatever. Tell those fucking smokers to stop smoking in the godamned house! I pay rent here too, bitch!"

"Whoa, settle down. I said I was sorry."

"And what's with that cat? You get a cat? After I told you I'm allergic to them, what do you do--bring one home! You guys don't even care about me! Bring that godamned cat outside because it's not living here!"

"You may be able to tell me I can't smoke in the house, but I'm not giving the kitten up. You can just take some fucking nasal spray and deal with it! I'm keeping the kitty!"

And then she was like, "Oh yeah? You're keeping it huh?" and she got up from the couch and lunged at me and tried to tear the kitty out of my arms. "Give me that stupid cat! I'm putting him outside!!"

"NOOOO! My kitty!"

---violent struggling; cat tug-of-war---

"Get rid of that fucking cat or I will!"

"NOOOOOO!! Kitty stays!!!"

Finally, the kitten freaked out and jumped out of my arms and ran outside. Then it was just Sarah and I, shoving eachother and yelling mean things.

"Fucking SMOKER! You're gonna die of cancer, bitch!!"

"Kitty hater!! You're gonna die of a broken heart because no one's going to love you because you HATE KITTIES!!!"

I guess I woke up out of frustration. I suppose I'm more pissed than I thought that I can't have a kitten. I mean, people go away to college so they don't have to live by their parents' rules....I don't know how many times my dad said no to me keeping some stray animal I found. But it's really no different now. I still have to live by someone else's rules.

indifference to being punched in the face.

In last night's dream, I was walking around downtown with Brice. We were holding hands. He never used to hold my hand. We ran into a group of people he knew and we stopped to talk to them. Among these people was his ex-girlfriend. He looked excited. He said, "Hey, how are you doing?!" and she was all smiles. She said, "I'm great! How about you?" He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. She kissed him on his cheek. They were giggling. Then they kissed eachother on the lips....all while he was holding my hand.

I let go of his hand and shoved him and punched her in the nose. It didn't bother her. She didn't even look at me. She wiped her nose and she and Brice continued chatting. I walked away. Then I woke up.

well then...

Last night's dream: Ali was back in the country! We were all like "What the fuck are you doing home? Did you take a detour through the U.S. or something?" And she was like, "I couldn't take it anymore. I missed everyone so much that I used all I had to buy a plane ticket home". She was really drunk, mind you. We were all like, "That's fucking stupid! You had this great opportunity to live in Europe for 10 months, why the fuck aren't you over there!!" And she was just like "shrug". We were all really mad at her. Then she tried to have sex with Micah and he ran to me with a scared look on his face and hugged me.

Ali would not do this. She may miss us, but she's a free spirit and never has a boyfriend or anything like that to hold her back from traveling.